"I figured as much."
Murphy strode forward in his Power Armor, motioning with his eyes for Kudell to step up and take a look. The Nantes Ranger, who had successfully advanced to Golden One just a few days ago, hefted his greatsword and moved to the corpse, seizing it and tearing off the shadow mask covering the face.
It was indeed Sarifov Shadowblade's face.
The features were perfectly fine, but this wasn't his true body; a Golden One's body doesn't stiffen this quickly after death.
"Should be some kind of clone."
Triss walked over, examined it, and gave Murphy her tentative conclusion. She said:
"Maybe some sort of forbidden technology from Dusk. The individual strength hasn't reached Gold Stage, so to maintain its power for a brief period they did some bizarre specialization. The rate at which this body's vitality is draining is downright frightening.
Even if we didn't kill him here, this body would self-collapse at most an hour from now.
